It wasn't just Scout Camp
Possible Trigger Warning
Some of you may have read the post I made about one of my times at summer Scout camp. It wasn't just Scout camp where the abuse took place. It seems all summer camps in general were an opportunity for predators to take advantage of me, as well as other boys. In the late 1950's and early 1960's the church I attended had a RA, Royal Ambassador program. Being the good little Baptist boy, I attended the program faithfully and looked forward to the yearly summer camp. Quite frequently these outings were held back-to-back with Scout camp so I would get home, repack and head out the door again for another week. This RA camp was a brand-new facility, I believe that opened in 1961.
RA's back then was primarily for boys in first grade through sixth grade, as I recall, so ages 6 through 12. I guess they really liked the youngest of the young, so to speak. Perhaps they were just preparing us for our later adventures in life, setting the foundation stones in place for us, once we reached puberty.
I suppose I was too much of a sissy little mama's boy to go at 6. So, at 7 it was my first summer camp outing with the RA's. Our lodging was in small cabins, situated in the woods, arranged around a central camp. The cabins were designed to hold 8 to 10 campers and had bunk beds. My big ass was assigned to a bottom bunk with a much smaller boy assigned the upper bunk. I have no idea what was being done to that kid, while he was there. He was terrified of the counselors and older boys. Every evening, he would not go to the bath house without me. He would only shower if I got in with him. He wouldn't even step outside and pee without me. He always crawled into my bunk after lights out. At night, I became his protector, it seemed. We never told each other what was happening to us. I only saw him that one year, as he never came back to camp, at least while I attended. I can only imagine what he was being put through, based on my experiences at the same camp.
Each day we had those dreaded swimming lessons and free swim time. I hated it with a passion. I despised it. I never learned to swim, I still can't, couldn't be taught to even float and because of my "lead feet" nearly drowned on several occasions. My cabin commander, our assigned counselor, was a young man probably early 20's I'd guess to say. He would always take me back to our cabin when the instructors got frustrated with me, for not being able to swim. I was not allowed to stay on the beach while the other boys swam and wait for them. If you couldn't swim the beach was off limits. No exceptions.
He had an agenda, one that would play out every single day. He would take me to the cabin, have me strip out of my wet bathing suit and then dry me off, as if I couldn't have done that myself. Then he would have me sit naked on the bed beside him. He would hold me and fondle me. Soon as I became erect, which didn't take long, he would masturbate me until I had a dry orgasm. Then he said it was my turn and had me get on my knees and give him a blowjob. Being already trained and used to doing that with my older cousin, I didn't object and followed through with it. Once he shot his load in my mouth and I cleaned it up for him, he would zip up his trousers and go back to the beach leaving me in the cabin.
This went on every day I was there that summer and on future summers, much the same thing happened with other counselors. Sometimes it would be a little hike in the woods near the cabins. The time and location seemed to vary with each counselor. Sometimes it would be in the bath house while I was showering. Always the same though, get fondled either masturbated or sucked and then my turn to suck them. It seems all my counselors loved getting blowjobs and I never let any of them down. I also never told anyone.
It was as if I had a tattoo on my forehead, only visible to perps that read, I suck cock. Somehow, they always seemed to know I would do it.
It must have been on my camp registration form somewhere; a box checked [this kid sucks cock]. And they all got away with it.
Honestly, I can't remember a single summer camp in RA's that I wasn't molested, on more than one occasion, either by counselors or much older boys, but mostly counselors. Sometimes after lights out the older boys would teach the younger boys how to masturbate and then those that could be coerced to join in, would have a sucking festival. It was dark, it was risky but we never got caught and no one ever told on each other. The pleasure was too good and the fear of an ass kicking was too great.
I suppose what happened at camp stayed at camp, 'til those same little boys got around their friends back at home. Yeah, those foundation stones had been set alright, mortared in and held firmly in place for of us with a new found desire, pleasure and lust. I guess many of us boys and counselors couldn't wait 'til next summer rolled around.
I recently looked up that camp on the internet. Same name and it still exists today 64 years later, although it has new directors and new management. Hopefully a much better system of vetting potential summer camp counselors also. I imagine much of the same sexual molestation is still happening.
Let's face it, many predators love abusing young boys, as a lot of us here can attest to.
Sadly, I don't think it will ever change. Avalon
Some of you may have read the post I made about one of my times at summer Scout camp. It wasn't just Scout camp where the abuse took place. It seems all summer camps in general were an opportunity for predators to take advantage of me, as well as other boys. In the late 1950's and early 1960's the church I attended had a RA, Royal Ambassador program. Being the good little Baptist boy, I attended the program faithfully and looked forward to the yearly summer camp. Quite frequently these outings were held back-to-back with Scout camp so I would get home, repack and head out the door again for another week. This RA camp was a brand-new facility, I believe that opened in 1961.
RA's back then was primarily for boys in first grade through sixth grade, as I recall, so ages 6 through 12. I guess they really liked the youngest of the young, so to speak. Perhaps they were just preparing us for our later adventures in life, setting the foundation stones in place for us, once we reached puberty.
I suppose I was too much of a sissy little mama's boy to go at 6. So, at 7 it was my first summer camp outing with the RA's. Our lodging was in small cabins, situated in the woods, arranged around a central camp. The cabins were designed to hold 8 to 10 campers and had bunk beds. My big ass was assigned to a bottom bunk with a much smaller boy assigned the upper bunk. I have no idea what was being done to that kid, while he was there. He was terrified of the counselors and older boys. Every evening, he would not go to the bath house without me. He would only shower if I got in with him. He wouldn't even step outside and pee without me. He always crawled into my bunk after lights out. At night, I became his protector, it seemed. We never told each other what was happening to us. I only saw him that one year, as he never came back to camp, at least while I attended. I can only imagine what he was being put through, based on my experiences at the same camp.
Each day we had those dreaded swimming lessons and free swim time. I hated it with a passion. I despised it. I never learned to swim, I still can't, couldn't be taught to even float and because of my "lead feet" nearly drowned on several occasions. My cabin commander, our assigned counselor, was a young man probably early 20's I'd guess to say. He would always take me back to our cabin when the instructors got frustrated with me, for not being able to swim. I was not allowed to stay on the beach while the other boys swam and wait for them. If you couldn't swim the beach was off limits. No exceptions.
He had an agenda, one that would play out every single day. He would take me to the cabin, have me strip out of my wet bathing suit and then dry me off, as if I couldn't have done that myself. Then he would have me sit naked on the bed beside him. He would hold me and fondle me. Soon as I became erect, which didn't take long, he would masturbate me until I had a dry orgasm. Then he said it was my turn and had me get on my knees and give him a blowjob. Being already trained and used to doing that with my older cousin, I didn't object and followed through with it. Once he shot his load in my mouth and I cleaned it up for him, he would zip up his trousers and go back to the beach leaving me in the cabin.
This went on every day I was there that summer and on future summers, much the same thing happened with other counselors. Sometimes it would be a little hike in the woods near the cabins. The time and location seemed to vary with each counselor. Sometimes it would be in the bath house while I was showering. Always the same though, get fondled either masturbated or sucked and then my turn to suck them. It seems all my counselors loved getting blowjobs and I never let any of them down. I also never told anyone.
It was as if I had a tattoo on my forehead, only visible to perps that read, I suck cock. Somehow, they always seemed to know I would do it.
It must have been on my camp registration form somewhere; a box checked [this kid sucks cock]. And they all got away with it.
Honestly, I can't remember a single summer camp in RA's that I wasn't molested, on more than one occasion, either by counselors or much older boys, but mostly counselors. Sometimes after lights out the older boys would teach the younger boys how to masturbate and then those that could be coerced to join in, would have a sucking festival. It was dark, it was risky but we never got caught and no one ever told on each other. The pleasure was too good and the fear of an ass kicking was too great.
I suppose what happened at camp stayed at camp, 'til those same little boys got around their friends back at home. Yeah, those foundation stones had been set alright, mortared in and held firmly in place for of us with a new found desire, pleasure and lust. I guess many of us boys and counselors couldn't wait 'til next summer rolled around.
I recently looked up that camp on the internet. Same name and it still exists today 64 years later, although it has new directors and new management. Hopefully a much better system of vetting potential summer camp counselors also. I imagine much of the same sexual molestation is still happening.
Let's face it, many predators love abusing young boys, as a lot of us here can attest to.
Sadly, I don't think it will ever change. Avalon